It gets harder to believe, but be honest

[Action: At the school

A bewildered Crowe stands outside the drama room, looking at the list of names of those who were cast in the school musical.

His name is on there... as a named character role. He had gone to the tryouts thinking he could be on crew, or someone in the background.

Crowe has never acted. He's never danced. He has no idea how to sing.

He's just staring at the list, stunned. Anyone passing by can hear him muttering to himself.]

O-Oh God this can't be... i-is this right?!

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[Phone: filtered from NPCs]

Ah, um... So, uh, does anyone out there know anything about acting, o-or singing, or anything like that? I, um, could use some help. Quite badly.

[[OOC - I'm still on semi-hiatus/slowatus due to moving, but I wanted to slide this post in! I should be getting to my other tags tonight and tomorrow. :)]]

( private, tldr )



[General call:]
So, a lot of people seemed affected by this... time-travel affliction? [He's not sure what else to call it.] I thought maybe at first this was another of Mayfield's pranks, but a lot of people are talking about a man with a bazooka. I-I don't know what a bazooka would have to do with this, but if that person, or anyone else who knows what's going on, could speak up, that would be helpful. D-Did anyone happen to talk to me while I was switched...?

[Being shot with a bazooka and then sent ten years into his future just did not make sense. At all. SOMEONE EXPLAIN.]

Ah, also, I was wondering if anyone out there would be willing to take on a student for combat training or martial arts? I recently lost my last instructor, and I'd like to keep up on it. I can't offer much in return I suppose, but I'll do what I can. Um, I suppose I wasn't working with any particular style, so I'm open to options. Thanks.

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[Call filtered to: Kay Faraday and Zidane:]
Since Miss Armstrong seems... out of commission, I was wondering if the two of you were willing to get back to our old plans. We had made some good progress, I think, and I'd like to get back to work. Would you like to meet up sometime to discuss it?

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[Action:]
[It's been brought to Crowe's attention that no one in his house really cooks no that it's completely drone-free again. So between school, his job and all his workouts, he'll be at the grocery store and the library. At the library he's going to try and instill the help of some girls to find him cook books, since the library doesn't really have those for the teen guys. At the store he'll be milling about, looking a bit lost, holding boxes of various things, trying to figure it all out. He's always had someone to cook for him in his life, and now he regrets never learning.]

[[Just indicate what you're responding to - call, library, etc., please! :D]]

( private action )

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[Action: Some time in the late morning, Crowe wanders out of his room. He's looking to make sure Hol and Ash are alright. If Mukuro ran into the hazmats... well, he could handle himself.]

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[Phone: Crowe's voice is quiet.]

Everyone. You're... you're not even safe in your homes, alright? The hazmats.... They came in to ours. I didn't touch them and they killed me anyway. Lock up your houses, and if they come in, just get out of their way. Don't confront them or they'll just turn on you. Just stay out of the way. Get to your basement or something.

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I-Is everyone alright? They didn't... hurt anyone else, did they?